Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall, I’m So Sorry, I Broke Your Fall
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Bloodshot eyes,
vessels are like network of highways.
Bags under eyes,
are like the sacks of cash stolen.
Eyebrows,
wild gardens and vines, they reach on.
Nose hairs tickle,
and the tweezers snicker playfully.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This one had me grinning! Does your mirror still talk to you after the fall?
What a trip. Wonderfully written
You give surreal a run for its money! Impactful content. Fascinating pic, too. The intensity on the young one's face is everything.
What we see is not always what we get. No amount of tweezing will change that. Loved the poem, loved the title, loved the photo, Rowan. You out Dalied Dali on this one!
Very intense; very, very good!
Keep up the good work
Okay. Wow. This is definitely surreal. Those tweezers are a bit saucy 😆